'em to a buggy, or a light cart, an' up hill or down hill means the same to 'em. They won't break their trot."

When it comes plowin' time we clip 'em, and then they don't look so bad in harness," confided the young fellow. "If--if you like, I'll take you drivin' over the hills some day--when the roads git settled."

"Thank you," responded Lyddy, non-committally.

But 'Phemie giggled "How nice!" and watched the red flow into the young fellow's face with wicked appreciation.

The roads certainly had not "settled" after the winter frosts, if this one they were now climbing was a proper sample. 'Phemie and Lyddy held on with both hands to the smooth board which served for a seat to the springless wagon--and they were being bumped about in a most exciting way.

'Phemie began to wonder if Lucas was not quite as much amused by their unfamiliarity with this method of transportation as she was by his bashfulness and awkward manners. Lyddy fairly wailed, at last:

"Wha--what a dread--dreadful ro-o-o-ad!" and she seized Lucas suddenly by the arm nearest to her and frankly held on, while the forward wheel on her side bounced into the air.

"Oh, this ain't bad for a mountain road," the young farmer declared, calmly.

"Oh, oh!" squealed 'Phemie, the wheel on her side suddenly sinking into a deep rut, so that she slid to the extreme end of the board.

"Better ketch holt on me, Miss," advised Lucas, crooking the arm nearest 'Phemie. "You city folks ain't useter this kind of travelin', I can see."

But 'Phemie refused, unwilling to be "beholden" to him, and the very next moment the ponies clattered over a culvert, through which the brown flood of a mountain stream spurted in such volume that the pool below the road was both deep and angry-looking.

There was a washout gullied in the road here. Down went the wheel on 'Phemie's side, and with the lurch the young girl lost her insecure hold upon the plank.

With a screech she toppled over, plunging sideways from the wagon-seat, and as the hard-bitted ponies swept on 'Phemie dived into the foam-streaked pool!

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